[Intro: Wretch 32]

Paul Finn

Combo and Chain

Ahh

Broke the barrier already, hehehe

And now the links are too strong

[Chorus: Wretch 32 & Y. Wizz]

It's Combo and Chain, know we spit flames

We get busy, our phones are engaged

You won't see us on road, we're in space

Bars bring us close to the stars

Combo and Chain, know we spit flames

We get busy, our phones are engaged

You won't see us on road, we're in space

Bars bring us close to the stars

[Verse 1: Caps]

I'm so fly

But give me a stick and it's oh my, boom-bye

I'm around the ends, I move Os

Like I'm rеarranging the alphabet

I'm down to rep, uh-huh

Look, you see A? Thе P stays

I ain't a gluteus maximus

And you see this Caps will buss, like come on, darg

I flip more than a gymnast, I get new chips

I ain't talking 'bout SIM cards

I'm in hard, flyest whips

We don't need X to pimp ours

Like, come on, G, la-uh-uh, hang on, P

And free Cel, the Ps help

I'm a pharmacist, they need help

I've sold a lot so I know the cost

[Verse 2: P. Nero (snippet from "One5ers")]

I ride shotgun with a shotgun

Nah, I ride shotgun with a shank (I'm holding)

If a knucker try get amp

I'ma leave him on the floor like a tramp when I poke him

Don't think you can't get shanked

And left underwater like Squarepants SpongeBob

Rob food like ants, but ants, we're not

'Cah unlike ants, we can never get stepped on

Yeah, we've been slept on, tryna wake 'em up

Think they're married to the money, probably we can break 'em up

Best you just bow out gracefully

I ain't talking about the bakery when we say caking up

Break crack to make cash

I make stacks, yeah, P, I flip crack

And I cock back

I'll put a brand new red little pattern in your fake cap

[Chorus: Wretch 32 & Y. Wizz]

It's Combo and Chain, know we spit flames

We get busy, our phones are engaged

You won't see us on road, we're in space

Bars bring us close to the stars

Combo and Chain, know we spit flames

We get busy, our phones are engaged

You won't see us on road, we're in space

Bars bring us close to the stars

[Verse 3: Calibar]

I'm separate, been here from way back, being laidback in the K hat

Made back all my payback, that was ASAP

Lost so much, I can't lose again

I refuse to lose another youth again

I've scooped up the pen, how can your old shotta

Rob the new dude whose food super leng?

I'm glued to my leng, if you move to my friend

You'll soon be on the News at Ten

Over tonight 'cause they're holding a knife

Then like the movie I stay roll with the nines

Shoot Os and supply, [?] inna my line

They try something dodgy, I'll be blowing their mind

Leave their mind showing, while my nine's blowing

That's another definition of mind-blowing

True, I aim for the brain and let their brain hang

I do this for Combo and Chain Gang

[Verse 4: Y. Wizz]

Y. Wizz, that dude is back

England's nightmare: young, rude, and Black

Yo, Wretch, where the Luger at?

They move, I'll clap

They're aiming like babies, I've got the daddy aim

Turn you ghost just like Daddy Kane

Now red is their outfit

Get me killed in a war? I doubt it, I'm so road, cuz

Grinding on the block like Tony Hawk does

Love after I get the dough

And I'm done with graft, I might check for snow

Bag up and then go check for road

See cats and collect the dough

I'm a fly boy, fresh from head to toe

Stack's high, I get the dough

Get chicks, yeah, blood, I get the blows

[Chorus: Wretch 32 & Y. Wizz]

It's Combo and Chain, know we spit flames

We get busy, our phones are engaged

You won't see us on road, we're in space

Bars bring us close to the stars

Combo and Chain, know we spit flames

We get busy, our phones are engaged

You won't see us on road, we're in space

Bars bring us close to the stars

[Verse 5: Wretch 32]

Look, you won't see me on the streets pranging out

But you might see me on The Streets' "Prangin' Out" remix

I left people around like "he spits

Run him down since he's blitz"

Ha, I'm on fire over here

Got flows, God knows I be flyer than the air

Got chrome, you ain't nothing but tyres over there, ha

We're in the fast lane burning rubber

You n****s ain't burning nothing

Move sicker with words or something

Ha, we need Dr. Dre

Our links are too strong, try pop my chain

One wink and he's gone, I ain't lost my aim

Ha, stay top of the gone list

We've got trees 'cah we got sticks

We got this tied up, you're a hostage

[Chorus: Wretch 32 & Y. Wizz]

It's Combo and Chain, know we spit flames

We get busy, our phones are engaged

You won't see us on road, we're in space

Bars bring us close to the stars

Combo and Chain, know we spit flames

We get busy, our phones are engaged

You won't see us on road, we're in space

Bars bring us close to the stars

[Outro: Wretch 32]

Yeah, so wear shades when you see us, darg

Oi, this is Combo Chain Gang

Blood, Caps, P. Nero, Cali and Y. Wizz